Surviving Raine 01 (21 page)

“You could…”  Raine started.

“No, no,” I said with a smile.  I blew across her neck and watched her shudder.  “That’s not the deal, is it?  It doesn’t mean I don’t want it to be my tongue, though.  Running over your sweet skin, tasting you…move your hand up under my shirt, baby.  Yeah…run your fingers over your breast.  Now close your eyes and just feel it.”

Raine followed my instructions, her teeth imbedded in her bottom lip and her hand moving visibly underneath the shirt to cup her own breast.  I watched her fingers as they started to close in around her nipple.

“Don’t touch that nipple, baby.  I didn’t tell you to touch that…no…run your thumb around it…Wait for it to get all hard and tight.   Oh yeah, I can see it now through my shirt…so fucking hot…”

Raine’s eyes remained closed, and I watched her chest rise and fall a little faster now.  Her teeth looked like they might be permanently dug into her lip, but despite the obstruction, little whimpered cries snuck out of her mouth.

“Take your hand out of the shirt, Raine,” I said.  “Reach across and run your fingers – lightly now – run your fingers up your other arm, the same way you touched yourself before…that’s it…very lightly…to your shoulder, up your neck and over your chin…slowly…now put your first two fingers in your mouth.”

Raine’s eyes opened, and she tilted her head to look over at me.

“Shh,” I said before she had a chance to argue.  “Put your fingers in your mouth and suck on them.”

Slowly, reluctantly, Raine complied.

“Good girl,” I whispered.  My arm was starting to get tired holding the majority of my weight, so I moved back across her body, bringing my nose extremely close to her neck and shoulders as I moved my mouth to her other ear.

“Run the backs of your fingers down your side,” I instructed.  “Now back up and under my shirt and rub those wet fingers over your nipple.”

I watched her hand under the shirt and had to tilt my hips a little farther away from her.

“That could be my tongue,” I said, blowing hot breath into her ear again.  Raine gasped and closed her eyes.  “Now roll your nipple with your thumb and forefinger.  Pull a little, just like if I was sucking on it.  Oh yeah…now the other side…”

I rose up on one hand, balancing over the top of her and using the other hand to shadow her movements over the top of the shirt, almost – but not quite – touching the fabric.  I watched my hand move with hers and heard myself groan a bit when Raine pulled at her nipple.

Her lids fluttered, and she looked at me with her eyes dark and her lips parted.

“So fucking hot,” I said to her.  “Put your other hand on your stomach…trace lightly with your finger over the edge of the shorts.  Slide the tips of your fingers under the edge…”

Watching her run her fingers under the hem of my boxer shorts – even when I wasn’t wearing them – felt like a defining moment of some sort.  I almost expected an orchestra to pop out of the elastic and start playing dramatic music.  When her fingers went under the fabric, I had just the smallest glimpse of dark curls of hair right next to the hem.  I wanted my fingers inside of her almost as much as I wanted my cock inside of her.

“Move your fingers lower,” I whispered in her ear.  “Slide them down over your clit, between those lips…find that place I want to be so bad.  Do you feel it?  Put one of your fingers inside, Raine.  Slide it in there…”

Raine’s back arched, and I had to recoil a little to keep from touching her as she twisted her head to one side.  She let out a long, soft moan that had my dick ready to fight its way right through the material of my shorts.  My cock was seriously ticked off not to be in those boxers right at that moment.

“So fucking sexy,” I murmured, daring to get close to her ear again.  “Are you wet, Raine?”

“Yes…”

“Tell me how wet you are.”

“Oh, God…Bastian…”

“Pinch your nipple again,” I told her.  “Rub your thumb over your clit.  That’s it, around in a circle.”

Sweat appeared on her forehead, and though the back of my mind registered the loss of water as important, watching her finger herself was just too incredible to even consider telling her to stop.  She could have my water.  She could have
all
the fucking water.  As long as I got to watch this, I could keel over right now and be perfectly content.

“Move that finger in and out, Raine,” I continued.  I was sure she was getting close.  “Roll your nipple with your thumb and finger…good…there ya go…so hot…All I can think about is my cock being in there.  I can almost feel it sliding up into you, just like your fingers are now.  Curl them up, Raine.  Curl your fingers up toward your clit – like you were trying to touch your thumb to your fingers through your body – and push down with your thumb…”

Raine let out a soft groan, and I blew across her ear once more.

“Roll your thumb in a circle…that’s it.  I want you to come for me, baby…let go…”

Her head tilted farther back, and her hair grazed my lips before I could move.  Her mouth opened, her eyes squeezed shut, and she cried out incoherently as her orgasm overcame her.  She panted out my name over and over as she came down, which was almost enough to make me come on the spot.

Raine opened her eyes slowly and immediately met with mine.

“So fucking hot,” I whispered again and leaned over as if to press my lips lightly to hers but still didn’t touch her.  Her panting breaths blew hot air into my mouth.  I pulled my head back and watched her eyes as I finally touched her again, sliding my hand down the outside of her arm.  When I reached the lower part of her arm, resting softly on her hip bone, she moved and quickly extracted her hand from the shorts.  I caught her wrist and leisurely brought her hand up until her slick fingers were right next to my face.  Raine’s eyes widened for a moment, and her skin darkened slightly, which made me smile.  I brought her fingers to my mouth and slowly sucked them in.

As I tasted her, all I could think was that this wasn’t even from the source, but only off of her fingers.  I wanted so much more.  I kept my eyes on her as I slowly removed her fingers from my mouth and licked my lips.  Raine whimpered a little.

“Bastian…”

“You taste incredible,” I said, and it was the absolute truth.  Raine’s cheeks turned crimson as her eyes left my gaze, and I could see her swallow hard as her heart continued to pound.

“Okay,” Raine said eventually as her breathing began to calm.  “I get it now.  I know what the fuss is about.”

I snickered as I wrapped my arms back around her shoulders.  I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her any longer, and this time when I hovered over her, I brought my lips down to hers.  I kissed her gently at first but then harder.  My own heart rate increased as I placed one hand on the side of her face to hold her to me, my tongue touching her lips and then exploring her mouth.  I wanted to touch more of her but hesitated because I didn’t want to push her any further than I already had.  If I started touching her much more, I might not be able to stop.  I pulled back at the thought, kissing her softly once again before settling back beside her.

“Do you want me to…um…?”  Raine glanced down, and I realized I still had a rather visible bulge on display.  I wasn’t sure exactly what she was offering, if it was indeed an offer, but her expression and continued look of insecurity told me everything I needed to know.  She wasn’t ready for that.

“No,” I said and then grinned down at her.  “Maybe later.  That was just for you.”

Raine pushed up and found my lips again, kissing me softly and wonderfully.

“Thank you, Bastian.”

“Anytime,” I responded.  “And I do mean that!”

“I know,” Raine said with another giggle, “but I think at this point, you have completely worn me out.”

“Wasn’t me,” I denied.  “I didn’t even touch you.”

She laughed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders to pull me down to her.  We kissed again before she took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and guided my head to her shoulder.  I stayed there for a while, but the sight of her breasts with their nipples still standing upright and visible through the shirt she wore was driving me insane.  I sat up and lowered my head back down on her stomach.  Granted, in this position I was closer to the Taj Mahal of existence, according to my cock, but it didn’t bother me as much.  Besides, I liked it there; I could still smell her orgasm.

Just since that morning, my cheek lying against Raine’s stomach had become my favorite place to be.  I could hear her steady heart beat from there. I could wrap my arm up her side and around her shoulder and touch her cheek if I wanted to, and most of all, Raine had easy access to my hair, which she played with while I closed my eyes and felt nearly peaceful.

If I managed to find more edible food and could call on the weather gods to make it rain every three days or so, I would have been perfectly happy staying right where I was for the rest of our natural lives.  I wondered how Raine would feel about that and remembered I still owed her something else.

“I guess I’m obligated to tell you another story now,” I said and immediately wished I hadn’t.  What was I going to say?  I couldn’t talk about
her
.  It wasn’t going to be possible.

“You don’t have to tell me, Bastian,” Raine said.  Her fingers continued to trace patterns on my scalp.  When she ran her fingers through the strands, it took longer than it should have for her to reach the ends.  I needed a haircut.  And a shave.  And a shower.  Probably a dozen other things, too.

“We made a deal,” I reminded her.  “I still think it was a shitty deal from my end, but I never back out on a deal.”

“I told you…”

“Actually, I have to take that back,” I interrupted.  I was undoubtedly stalling.  “I’ve skipped out on many deals, really.  Part of the game – form an alliance, and as soon as their back is turned – take them out.”

“That doesn’t sound very sporting.”

“It’s not like there was a ref looking for unsportsmanlike behavior,” I said.  “Kill or be killed.  If I hadn’t fucked over those people, you would be dead now.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Raine said, her voice both soft and hard at the same time.  I figured now would be an excellent time to stop talking, so I listened to her heartbeat, located just a little above my ear.  My fingers grazed her hip, and I stared blankly across the length of the raft.

Raine was going to let me off the hook, which was a damn good thing.  I wasn’t about to talk about the five months I was with
her
.  It was kind of ridiculous, really.  How could I talk about it when I couldn’t say – or even
think
– her name?

I focused on more pleasant things, like the look on Raine’s gorgeous face when she tilted her head back and came all over her fingers, whimpering my name.  I thought about what her fingers tasted like when I licked them afterwards.

I wanted
her
, and not just as a warm body to get my rocks off.  I liked having her close to me like this – touching my hair and just running her hands over me even when we weren’t really doing anything.  I most certainly wanted her, but how could I even think about it after what had happened the first and only time I had ever let anyone get to me?  No, I couldn’t do it.  I couldn’t let her in for one major reason at least – I’d have to tell her about what happened before, and there was no way in hell I was going to do that.

“I met Jillian after a tournament.”

Fuck my mouth.

I guess I was going to talk after all.

Chapter 10 - Baby

“You don’t have to tell me.”  Raine’s voice was low and soft.

“Yeah,” I said.  “I think I do.”

“Not because you feel like you owe it to me,” Raine clarified.  Her fingers pushed my hair behind my ear before running down my jaw line.  If she kept that up, maybe I would be able to get through this.  “I don’t have to know.”

“I want you to know,” I said.

“All right,” Raine said after a moment.  “If it’s what you want.”

I nodded and wrapped my arm a little tighter around her waist.  Raine’s fingers kept repeating their motions from behind my ear, down my jaw, and back again, setting a slow, gentle pace while I talked.

“I had just won a tournament,” I said.  “Well, okay, that’s pretty obvious.  Anyway, it was a big one – one of those that had lasted a couple of days.  We were somewhere in Central America, I think.  I was trucked back from the place where I had killed the last guy, and they took me to this big ranch in the middle of a bunch of fields.  I kind of assumed they were cocaine plants, but I don’t really know what those look like and wasn’t about to ask, but shit, we were in Central America with a bunch of mafia types, for fuck’s sake.  It was probably cocaine.”

“When the truck stopped, I jumped out of the back and got surrounded by a bunch of people – some of the guys from the organization and a shit ton of chicks.  I mean, probably about twenty of them, all trying to get their hands on me and shoving each other.  I remember thinking I didn’t get it – I’d been in the jungle for the past two days, was covered in blood, had two broken fingers, and a decent sized gash down my side that needed stitches.  It’s not like I looked good.”

I stopped a second and lifted my arm, showing Raine the four inch scar underneath.  She reached around my back to trace it with her fingers a couple of times before she just left her hand on top of it.  Her other hand kept playing with my hair.

“So, in the back of these women, I see this other chick – she’s really tall and blonde with big tits, and she’s walking quickly towards us.  She stood out, no doubt about that.  The way she looked and the way she moved, she was every guy’s type.  I mean, straight women and gay guys would fall for her.”

I stopped talking again as images of
her
…of
Jillian
…when she first walked up to me flew through my head, both glorious and gloriously painful.  Raine’s fingers ran over my head a couple of times, and I managed to take a deep breath and start again.

“She pushed through the rest of the people crowded around me, walked straight up to me, and stuck her tongue down my throat.  When she stopped, she said the fight had been the most incredible thing she had ever seen and that I was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.  I thought she was a little crazy at first, but I usually ended up with a couple different women after a fight, so I didn’t think much of it.  After one of the doctors splinted my fingers and stitched me up, I went with her to this nightclub in the middle of the freaking coke fields.  So we danced and she drank…”